I think I’ve written about Shep’s nightly ritual where one of the last things he does at night is give me two kisses, one on each cheek.
Well, it’s come to a grinding halt. All of a sudden one night when I requested my kisses he shook his head and said, “Nope. Tomorrow.”
And the next morning he delivered on his promise, but I suspect he’s trying to wean me slowly into his pre-adolescent years.